THE STORY OF JOHNNY WHOOPER SWAN We go to school trusting our parents. We meet a teacher there who stands up front with a big desk, and a pointer. She or he trains us in an authoritative manner. We attach mentally to a life long need for authority in order to live lives successfully. Right so far? In my case, at the age of 25 I was ready to enter the practice of law where I hoped for success and a happy life finally. Very shortly, very shortly, I became anxious. There was a foreboding. I was made more uncomfortable with each experience. Law work is nothing like what I was told it would be. The system is corrupt. But I still cling to my expectation that career success is necessary to my happiness as a man. Each day my grasp of what the fuck success amounts to after all becomes more clouded, murkier. I hear songs on the airwaves and at concerts which describe my life as the life of a fool. What am I becoming? I want to rip off my business suit to run naked in the street with my hair on fire! But I am too afraid. In strange, weird (weird comes from a word meaning wise), fragmented steps I go about a journey of my own believing myself to be the first man to have failed in such a total way which journey works so as to break up my career, end a marriage, and start an entirely new way of relating with my two children whom I love deeply. Almost magically I meet a woman who is a career counselor who asserts a beautiful message that I am made to be joyful in my work everyday and at all levels. This understanding sets me on a completely new course. It is no longer a world of systems to me but an undivided one of unlimited beauty. It reminds me of a painting. A true masterpiece. I am drawn from within to learn the truth about my identity and nobody else can teach me that. From this point onward I will use thinking capacity for mastering mechanical processes and follow my heart, which includes my whole nature, which includes your whole nature and that of every human being for all the rest. I’ll go by the name Johnny Whooper Swan who does not explain itself to anyone. By my fruits shall I be known. Watch me soar!

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Anything is possible where allowing dirt to be 

born alive is natural. 


Allowing what appears to be stuck to dance is

mercy. 


Allowing what seems unredeemable to join in 

is forgiveness. 


Allowing what seems to matter to wave is 

love. 


Allowing what seems defeated to prevail is

glory. 

Allowing what seems to be frozen to melt is

a miracle. 


Allowing what appears to be starving to eat

is generosity.


Allowing what has died to be reborn is 

grace.




Spanish Translation:


Cualquier cosa es posible cuando la suciedad permitiendo que sea

nacido vivo es natural.


Permitiendo que lo que parece ser pegado a bailar es

misericordia.


Permitiendo que lo que parece irredimible a participar en

es el perdón .


Permitiendo que lo que parece importar a la onda es

amor.


Permitiendo que lo que parece derrotado a prevalecer es

gloria.

Permitiendo que lo que parece estar inactiva para fundir es

un milagro.


Permitiendo que lo que parece estar muerto de hambre para comer

es generosidad.


Permitiendo que lo que ha muerto al nacer es 
gracia.
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